The Color Wheel

Of all God's gifts to the sighted man, color is the holiest, the most divine, the most solemn (John Ruskin)

I know I can never own a color, but I am greedy for them. I love surrounding myself with vibrant hues, or else seeking them in nature. There is nothing like the deep, iridescent, midnight blue on a peacock's feather. There is nothing so lovely as fall leaves turning into burning shades of fire. There's no happier place than sitting among a riot of wildflowers, equal parts peaceful and inspiring.

I have also tried to capture color another way: through words. What is the essence of being blue? What does brown sound like? In these next few posts, I will be sharing my collection of poetry inspired by color.

Mediterranean Reflections: A Color Series

~ Blue~
With the verve of Shakespeare
the morose Prussian blue seduces
those Russian UFOs into
shimmering and flashing
A liquid slab of mellow,
full-bodied blueberries
-elixir thick-
poured into outerspace
for constellations and nebulas to pine after
an intense melange piercing Polaris
The air is sleek with a flavorful scent,
spiced with the midnight sky
and hardly a hint of an
inkling
is known
to the wanderlustful
Gullivers below
- P. Desai

I'm highlighting this painting I did several years ago in a fit of creative energy. When I sat down to paint, I wanted to see blue- blue over and over again. Thus came the background for this painting, upon which later I added the other elements.